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The tone deafness of this post is attributable to the fact that I still can’t hear out of my left ear.
That is all.
Tone deaf? Nonsense. That was a masterful shift from G major, through its relative minor (E), and into a screeching atonality. The Darien atonalities are famous for their screeching.
T&T
I got nothin’…
A dream delayed is a dream de~neigh~ed.
OMG Ponies!1!
me: “They shoot horses, don’t they?”
steve ex-ex-pat: “Who is this ‘they’? And why are you wearing a poncho?”
Just thought I should get that out of the way.
get what out of the way?
:D
steve’s earnest questioning of just what is so goddamned funny about this dreck!?—and my bemused response.
It’s like using the Bush Doctrine on trolls.
Yeah, but it’s more like the banana in the jar trick, or like a Chinese dick trap.
My Little Damn Pony.
Snowing now in New Mexico. Wifey and my own Little Guy are snuggled in front of the fire.
and he’s got a belly full of MacCallan 15yo
Shortly I will too–to avoid thinking about all the shoveling tomorrow.
–just in case you are interest32ed….
Goodnight all.
Does Joe’s Dart Blog approve of such earthy language, Mr Collins?
Ooh, scotch. I just bought some Balvenie double wood and some Oban.
You’ve sold me, Gray.
And with that, I’m off!
Another from from MLK Jr…
I spin in my grave
Looking at what they have done
*sigh* Et tu Jesse?
maggie, I almost used that very site when looking into Dan Collin’s dark side the other night. Spoooooky.
get what out of the way?
You know, the usual sexual stuff.
Get with the program.
Crap. Even my dark side is G-rated, Jeff.
Sorry.
Darien can’t hold a candle to Wilton or Westport.
And I’ll tell you what. My mom was the head of a Pony Club for years and years. And guess what? Puppies are left way in the dust when you have 22 horses on your property.
I am way too old to do anything but drool, but in my twenties, I always saw the pony club as a major asset to have stationed where I lived. Thanks, mom…
ha ha, Maybee, I check C.O. several times a day. but I figured Dan would focus on kittehs. and, um, I thought I was being funny….. asking stupid questions like a certain someone, but go ahead and take me seriously everyone. fine. I get it, a girl can’t be funny….. oh, it’s probably the cider talkin’ at this point.
TW: feeling52, ‘xactly.
I stand effaced.
90%.
My water should break any moment now.
and y’all should see this thing I got for christmas because the first words out of my mouth when rto asked what i wanted was “a pony!!!” it’s pink! it’s shaped like a pony! I can burn things in it!
Goodnight Jeff,
Sweet Dreams. I once had a chance to buy a good poncho in Peru, at a mountain village near the “Sacred Valley.” It was made of alpaca. There were several colors, but no dyes were used. They just used the wool from several different colored alpacas. It was quite a sight, that poncho. For some stupid reason, I didn’t buy it. It is one of those little regrets I have in life. If I go back to Peru, I will make a special trip to that village to see if they have another like it. Hell, I might even go to Peru just for the poncho.
Send me one and I’ll wear it proudly.
If I go back to Peru, I will make a special trip to that village to see if they have another like it. Hell, I might even go to Peru just for the poncho.
Did it have pockets, so you had a place to carry your nuts?
Do you know how I ended up with 4 cats? The elder boy had one, then the girl wanted one. So then we had 2 cats. Then the elder boy got another one, and it got pregnant, and had 7 kittens. And it was only fair for the younger boy to have one, so we had three, but there was another kitten that none of them could bear to part with, so it became 4.
One of these little bastards decided to climb on the bookshelf above my bed last night, and knocked The Yale Shakespeare off, and it landed on my head. Which is a hell of a way to wake up, I can tell you.
TW: kept88. Seems that way, sometimes.
Maggie! You got that for Christmas? They sell those at a store by my house, but because everything in the description except Himlaya! is in Japanese, I didn’t realize it would do this:
Imagine.
Jeff- whatever happened with the absinthe? Did you get some? Did you drink it?
Oh, I forgot to mention that elderboy’s first cat died. Something about a coyote.
yeah, MayBee, and it’s pony shaped. could also explain all the time I’m spending at the computer. hmmmmm.
and Dan, I had no idea you had so many kitties. or I should say, your family has so many kitties. ;D seems to be what most guys do, “I hate cats. Fluffy? oh, the wife wanted a cat.”
I didn’t get any yet. I have some faux absinthe here—different wormwood—but I haven’t gotten around to ordering the real stuff yet.
I hope to, though. I’ve been on a Scotch kick lately. But when it warms up, I’m going to have to change my diet, drop about 10 lbs, and get ready for thong season.
So absinthe oughta do the trick. Probably less calories than six Scotches and eight bottles of Guinness.
oh, even better. that was always my grandmother’s excuse for not having pets. the “cai-yoats” would eat them.
Now I’m picturing Jeff in a thong and alpaca pancho, holding a glass of lovely green absinthe.
Have you contacted Wolcott for the name of his oscelot breeder?
I tried, but his jowls refused to let me speak to the rest of his head.
Steve –
I am amazed that you are old enough to go to Peru by yourself!
And you lived…
Awesome! I guess the Shining Path doesn’t bother to kill 12 year olds.
TW: tell14 – huh? I can TELL you this – Anne Murray is AWESOME!
OOPS!
I forgot to say that Reba needs help.
Thanks, guys and girls.
Harold, call me…a pony!
*wink*
Frankly, if you don’t have a pony in Darien, your name is Mudd.
I bought my own damn 40 acres.
Oh, and it sounds like Peru has the bestest ponchos in all the world, although “alpaca” sounds a little too close to “alqaeda” to a redneck like me. Wonder if they make them out of polyolefin?
A few weeks ago, while I was still asleep, my little darling launched herself at a squirrel at the window above my bed. She landed on my face, claws still out. After I finished freaking out, realized she hadn’t put my eye out, and got the bleeding all stopped, it was kind of funny.
No. High-cysteine beta-sheet keratins.
Nasty stuff. There oughta be a law.
Regards,
Ric
This is just like old times. RACIST!
Jeff =
Good to have you back (and no offense to the guest posters).
I thought Dr King was supposed to get a mule and 40 acres. That pony was just a dream.
Like the other dream. Like the mule and 40 acres. Like me winning the lottery.
With your Billy Jack hat, of course.
And today that pony can get preferred admission to some of the finest universities and civil service jobs in the country.
Still can’t read, though.
Your pony just ate my strawman. Was that supposed to be funny?
Is this haiku just your graceful way to get off the phone, Jeff?
Nifong Lawyers Up
Absinthe should be cloudy, ya frickin’ barbarians…
SB: art77
Born Toulouse
Regarding Nifong: I can’t wait for the first MSM story that makes the observation that he has hired himself a “high priced legal team”. That seems to be the new code to describe “people of priveledge” who use their money to game the system. I believe it’s already been applied as a descriptor of the legal team for the Duke 3. It would be rich to see it applied to their tormentor.
Better’n having one of the boys (toms, that is) fall off the edge of the bed while you’re sleeping and grab your bare foot on the way down with a panic grab, claws all out.
The scars are still healing four months later and the spacing between the marks is a solid inch between each one.
tw: new36 flesh for old…
Your liver’s in the right place, Jeff, but real absinthe isn’t worth the cash or hassle it takes to get it. And no matter how much pain the seller exacts, the stuff’s still probably fake, the same Chartreuse Lite you’ve already got.
No-bullshit absinthe is WAY harder to get than all that spam addressed to Siouxsie Q. Anygoth says it is. I don’t know of anyone who’s got it in the U.S. without straight smuggling it, though I know a few who’ve convinced themselves, to the point of mild hallucinations of Victorian ghost porn, that they did.
Even if you do luck out and score, you’d never know it, because it takes some serious devotion to get your green on. Which, if you did, being an anxious fellow, you’d hate–unless you’ve done DMT and come up thinking, “What would have made that perfect is if it lasted ten times as long, was all creepy and underwater, and I vomited licorice and kerosene until my scalp flew off.”
But if you’re trying to get it just to Candid Camera your fake-tripping SLC Punk MySpace friends, I approve.
Flying alpacas! Or, perhaps, covered in fingernails.
Good thing various organisms know what to do with their own proteins. If it was left up to me, the world would be a very fucked-up place indeed.